Milky

Part. 136

"Dad, the ruler asked me to call Dad. The akad event will begin" said Bima still standing in the doorway of Ayra's room.

Razka turned her head for a moment and nodded before turning back to her beautiful daughter.

"Dad wait for you downstairs. Today, I'm taking responsibility for you, son. After I will, your whole life will be borne by your husband. Obey every command as long as it does not deviate from religion. Respect his every decision, fulfill all his needs, keep his stomach from hunger every night. Be an obedient wife to your husband because God's desire for you is on your husband's riddho" Razka advised as she kissed Ayra's forehead for a long time.

The girl held back the cry, folding her lips tightly she did not want to ruin the effort of the brother who was hard at dressing her.

Razka came out, she squinted her eyes as she passed her son. Bima puts on a big smile to seduce Razka to let her take Ara to meet Ayra.

"Master!" greet Khaira while bowing. He felt awkward when Bima invited him to meet the bride-to-be.

Razka shook her head, she passed after commemorating Bima through the glare of her eyes.

"Sister, is it okay for me to come in and see the bride-to-be? It seems like the Great Lord is not happy," Khaira said while holding Bima's hand who was about to take a step into Ayra's room.

"About nothing. The cave asked for permission. Come on!" take her along while pulling Khaira's hand into the room.

Ayra who was still sitting in front of the dressing table smiled welcoming the arrival of her sister-in-law who looked shy. He looks agitated. The rose-scented bushes burst into his sense of smell. Mixed with the fragrance of other flowers filled Ayra's room.

The flowers were picked from the garden behind the house. Flowers belong to Aisyah.

"How are you? I heard you work at Dad's restaurant?" greet Ayra kindly. They have not yet known. Khaira himself does not even know if Bima is the son of his master. It was because Bima was wearing the uniform of the Primary security team.

"Yes, Miss. I work at the Big Master's restaurant." Khaira did not dare to raise her face looking at Ayra.

The bride smiled, what a shy girl Khaira was.

"Lift your face, Ara. You don't have to duck in front of me" Ayra said, raising the girl's face with her index finger.

"Thank you, Miss. It's just a little gift from me. I'm sorry I couldn't give you such a fancy gift, Miss." Khaira offers a gift to Ayra. A small gift from her that might be very beneficial for Ayra.

"What's this?" Ayra fondling.

"Let's open later, miss. I'm ashamed" said Khaira, looking down.

"Son! Are you ready?" Aulia came over. Ayra nodded and stood up from her seat. It is flanked by Aulia and Bima. Behind him Khaira accompanied Nasha.

The word lawful has been spoken downstairs, echoing down to the second floor of the house. The bride was herded, everyone was stunned.

"Dear of it!"

Their hearts also mentioned the woman's name when Ayra appeared.

"She's really similar to Aisy's sister" Mega whispered in her husband's ear.

"Well, isn't he very similar to the late brother Aisy? It's like seeing Aisy's sister in her figure." Emilia whispered in Fahru's ear.

Not only them, Zia and Ruby even cried hysterically almost screaming. Luckily, the people near them calmed the two down.

"My own hands were blushing it, but I didn't realize it looked so much like Aisy's" Zia said in disbelief.

Until the two brides sat in the courtyard, everyone was still amazed at him. His elegance is similar to Aisyah, there is no difference if he is juxtaposed with his mother.

Bima became an observer of the course of the event, he was responsible for the security of the venue. With Revan, the two of them did not let down their guard.

"Don't be too serious, Young Master. The event insya Allah is safe" said Farel while sitting on a bench facing Bima and Revan.

"Sister Farel is right, I'm just afraid there's going to be trouble, sister." Bima sighed, he had done his best for this event.

Farel brought them juice, let them drink to refresh the throat.

"Sister Farel, when will it follow? Look, she's pretty, isn't she?" goda Revan pointed at Lucy who was walking towards Nasya. Atmaja's son's lips smiled, he did not deny the daughter of the family Maxwell is beautiful. The mixed blood flowing within her made her look different from the other girls.

"It doesn't seem like I'll catch up, but Young Master. Just look! They were even very close" Farel pointed to Khaira's group with his chin. Sometimes the woman carries out her duties as a waitress from a restaurant. It's okay, the important thing is not to get too tired. That was Bima's message as she spoke to him.

"Yah .. maybe because my little brother will also get married," Sambar Bima did not deny his desire to immediately propose Khaira.

Leaving Bima's chat, Nasya follows his three friends now plus Lucy welcomes the guests who come. With Akmal presiding, he is in charge of welcoming Pratama Group business colleagues.

"Namey! Look who's coming!" screech one of Nasha's friends as a bespectacled man enters the party area while pushing a wheelchair.

"That's a handsome lecturer, but why not with the troupe? He came alone," another sambar was excited by the lecturer's arrival.

Nasya widened, stunned by his figure who for several days gave little attention to him even though he rarely met.

The man frowned when he found Nasya in the line of the reception girls. However, the next second he smiled, feeling happy to be able to meet the idol in this place. Just ask him to shake hands with the two brides.

"Son, isn't that Nasya? She was here as well, what a coincidence," Grandma asked as she caught the figure of her future daughter-in-law from afar. His old eyes could see Nasya clearly, but not with the others.

"Nasya, are you here?" reprimanded the lecturer after dealing with Nasya. The girl nodded and remained down in embarrassment. Bima who was watching watched from afar.

"You came with your family? Where's your brother?" ask again while looking for the figure of Bima.

"So, it's not there." Nasya pointed at Bima. The lecturer looked down politely as a greeting from afar.

"Well, will you accompany me to meet the bride?" Nasya looked at his three friends who looked dumbstruck. Is that how close they are? So they were muttering.

While Lucy, smiling teases him. Nudging Nasya's shoulder made him even more blushing. He just nodded then aligned his steps with the lecturer to meet the two brides.

"Where is your family?" Nasya did not answer, most likely the lecturer did not know who Nasya was and who his family was.

"Where is the Great Lord and his wife? What's on that stage?" ask Grandma to find Razka and Aulia wants to say hello.

"Yes, Grandma. They're on stage, we're going there." He pushed Grandma's wheelchair up the stage.

Razka and Aulia were stunned to see him. They haven't seen each other in a long time, but they still know each other.

"Great Master, how are you?" greet Grandma.

"Grandmother! Maa shaa Allah, has not met for a long time," Razka exclaimed as she greeted Grandma. It's still the same as before.

Hearing that, Ayra turned her head. His gaze collided with the figure of the man in glasses, he was stunned. The trajectory of the story about him just came. A rickety hut in the slum where he played with the man loomed in his mind.

"Fandy!" The man smiled.